catsof:

archiemcphee:

“They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon…”

The Department of Unexpected Interspecies Friendship is seriously considering setting up a permanent satellite office in Japan. Their latest discovery is an inseparable pair made up of one Scottish Fold Kitten named Marimo and a Little Owl named Fuku. That’s right friends, these two are the makings of a real-life version of “The Owl and the Pussycat.”

This adorable pair live together at Hukulou Coffee, an owl-themed cafe in Osaka, Japan, along with a few more owls and sometimes a bunny friend too. They hang out on perches together looking cute as can be. But the best times are the cuddly shared naps and goodnight kisses:

Head over to the Hukulou Coffee Twitter feed for more photos of this awesomely sweet pair of furred and feathered friends.

[via RocketNews24]

Aah, acute cuteness poisoning!

oldrockstars:

being shy and having resting bitch face is the worst combination because i look like a disinterested bitch but in reality i really want to socialize but i just dont know how to initiate conversation with strangers and also this is just my face

mirksilua:

mirksilua:

So my dog is a 210 pound Great Dane who has never had a toy smaller than a car tire before, and he always rips them to sheds within a couple weeks.

Recently my sister got him the biggest toy she could find in the doggy toy section, a toy owl about the size of my dog’s head.

He smelled it, took it delicately in his mouth, then just dropped it on the floor and has barely touched it since.

But I keep finding him with it near him while he is sleeping.

I haven’t put it there, and neither has my mum.

He never chews on it, like he is afraid to break it.

And it is always right near his head when he sleeps.

I think he has accepted the tiny owl as his pet.

When the fuck did this get notes
Did someone famous reblog my tiny puppy boy

johanirae:

This fucking scene. This is probably meant to be a comical, totally seen tons of times scene where “hero has no trigger discipline and points semi-autos to his poor scared nerd quartermaster. Quartermaster angrily jerks it away” scene.
What do we get instead?
Q walking up 007
He sensually moves his hands up the shaft of the gun, pushing it away 007
007 never moves his eyes away from Q in the process.
SUBTEXT MY ARSE